Technology can still be amazing. Our son has been able to call us twice this week since he got to Kuwait. I ponder how it must have been for parents and family of other wars where they sometimes had months between letters and certainly no phone calls from the other side of the world (let alone e-mail and digital pictures). On the other hand, maybe all this instant and deceivingly routine communication can fool you into thinking this is a normal situation. We got word yesterday that our youngest daughter, who is mother to two of our grandkids and is a 10 year Navy Corpsman, got her orders to ship out to Iraq at the end of the year. She hears she’ll probably go to one of two Marine facilities, either at Al Asad or Al Tagaddum. Unless our son comes home sooner than expected or she goes later than we think, we’ll have two of our three adult kids in Iraq at the same time. I doubt if it’s like on M.A.S.H. though, where maybe they could borrow a jeep from Sergeant Rizzo in the motor pool and run up to see each other on the weekends.
Dan of the County